Текст песни Царское село - Чорний мегаполіс

Black metropolis - a utopia in the mountains
As people insects and flowers
Everyone eat, sleep
Camels on the packs, brochures
British people in Mercedes and chanson verses
Frozen ideas
There is so little love
Of the past just good heroes
Morning newspapers as yellowed leaves
Only my ego as usual on the town

Chorus:
Cold drops lungs and cut down
Soon you will see playful whim of fate
Can not escape the pack of depraved minds
Give at least for the last time this amounts to disperse

Tomorrow will be day again, night again
Again the night again bare legs, shoulders
Crushed sheets, ashes to ash
On the piece of paper again some nonsense
Joystick in hand, dusty eye
You keep looking "blonde around the corner"
Bought flowers - and under the same foot tiyi
Thank God my ego as always laid up

Chorus

Third World - a complete impoverishment
New Icarus Dole gravity
Gangsters in the movies continue to shoot
Much still have someone grow gray
Who is the new Lenin even children have no idea
With their head enough pictures on the walls
Surreal dreams of his power gain
Only my ego does not disappear

Chorus

You go along the avenue - talk during and clothes
You studied at steep foreign colleges
Man you need a big wallet
At the same time you are the hunter, the buyer and seller
It's not difficult - above the skirt, round eyes, smiled
And that there are age - the age of the head shytnulas
But we are no longer going along with you
My ego hates all false, beautiful

Chorus